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What a crappy day. I am just entirely out of sorts and feel like I have been fighting with everyone I come in contact with, that I am too vehement, forceful, and just don't know when to shut the f*** up, back off, gracefully give in.
I am wound tighter than - hell, I don't even know what to compare it to.
And there is no reason to be so cranky and feeling like I will snap at any minute.
The more judgemental I get with myself, the worse I am with others, which of course goes in a vicious circle that I really don't know how to break - usually it breaks me first, I cry, I move on. But I'm really tired of feeling stuck in the terrible twos.
I should be a happy camper. There is absolutely NOTHING to be unhappy about. And a;; I can seem to do is grit my teeth, clench my fists, holler at my kid, snarl at people - unless I just ignore them . . . .
I hate feeling this way. I hate it.
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Pretty good, it's a kids show and the kids have improved so much since we started. Tonight wasn't our best performance but the audience was great, so it didn't matter.
It's a theatre camp and this has to be the best group of kids I've ever worked with. They're so mature! They keep on doing little things that you don't notice until they all pile up and then you're just like, "wow!"
Sorry, I get a bit carried away, this has been my life for two weeks now, it's hard not to go on and on.
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*Decides fallow really meant cantor as in cantor and begins humming medieval religious music somberly*
*Wonders which mode would work best to completely slaughter "Someday My Prince Will Come" - decides on aeolian as simplest . . . *
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My colleague has two children involved in the community summer theatre productions here in Oly - it looks like great fun on the outside, and as I recall from school days long ago, it's lots of work!
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Yesterday I snapped at the nurse who was giving me my hepatitis shot. Granted, she had managed to lose my paperwork, couldn't tell the time from my watch (she read 14:03 as 1:40) and insisted on telling me when "twenty minutes from now" was going to be up, as though I can't add four and twenty, but still. I much prefer the regular nurse.
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I much prefer the regular nurse.
